Oxymoronic Transfixion
The humankind of debatable being…
More could be written
Of a dead moth
Dangling from an abandoned spider web
In a tool shed of no tools,
Or even better,
An iron typewriter
That hasn’t lifted a rusty key in years
To the attached
Sheet of paper about to crumble.
Such inanimate delight
And dark despair
These human lives suspended
In oxymoronic transfixion to nothing,
Like pappus in perpetual floatation.
I just read about a new word in the lexicon… Wokeness. Hatched by a conservative think tanker to use against forward thinking individuals, movements and progress. Watch for it in the conversation on social media soon.
Ron